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The leaden cloud-covered sun
relentlessly starves the summer harvest-
strangling its life-giving light to wield the death
of all filaments and assemblance of living green.
Leaves plot their fate turning into a fiery protest
of orange, yellow, cinnabar, and tawny brown
in a masterful profusion of their demise.

The wind razes its fervent unseen force
to command the passionate throes of change
whirling to steal leaves from shedding trees,
carrying them in the lofts of shivering air
upon the gathering storm clouds
as they tumble into the gravity
of winter’s saga of severity.

Pale ochre light flows from
a sallow golden paint brush
atop the cascade of an October sky
tangled in the surrendering landscape.
My eyes turn within to gaze upon golden years
of crumbling bones and deepening heart.

I falter in welcoming the withering and rust
the sleety stillness and frigid tempests
as this magical mix of bountiful warmth
of flaunting colors kindle embers holding the sun
to spurn the shorter days and longer nights.

Moments of recollection fall with autumn leaves
presenting the splendid moments dredged from the past.
I embrace each one as it turns in the wind
flaunting its ancient ritual in glorious moments of dying.
I revisit my life imbued with the gentle change of autumn.

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